In a few days, the twenty-fourth year of this century comes to an end. Nah, wait, it’s the twenty-fifth year, even. Oh yeah, that’s it, it’s the twenty-fifth, it’s like these people, who obviously have very good mutuality or a very meager attachment to life, who have been telling me for months that I am in my fortieth year.
In short, this year which is ending had a particularity: leap year, it was 366 days for men, and around four and a half centuries for women, because moooon Diiiieu maaaais what a faaaaaaatiiiiiiiigue in just twelve months.
Certainly, for thousands of years it has been much more tiring to be a woman than a man, I’m not telling you anything, even if I hear from here the mansplaining of all the Jean-Michel-feminisss, who will come to explain that now with women we can say, and that gallantry is on the verge of extinction. As if we don’t know the difference between opening a door and sneaking horse anesthetic into a glass.
In short, this year, it was tiring being a woman. The proof by six.
Kate Middleton
To the next little girl I hear say that she wants to be a princess when she grows up, I will ask her to think carefully about her choice, because it involves some pretty serious consequences. For example, going through a battle with cancer at just 42 years old with three children who have not yet reached puberty and an increasingly balding husband, going through all that, chemo and its bonus joys, and having to ADDITIONALLY make a video all brushed up to explain that in fact if it’s been three months since we saw you inaugurating sausage fairs, it’s because you had other tumors to worry about. Fatigue.
Justine Triet
Imagine, you are making a film. Imagine you win the Palme d’Or, you give a speech and you take the opportunity to talk about your left-wing values, since you live in a country where the president in place is there thanks to the votes of people like you. Imagine, the months go by and strangely, it’s not your film that we’re sending to the Oscars to represent your country, but another one based on blanquette that no one has seen. Imagine, the Americans still give you an Oscar for your screenplay. It’s nice, huh? But how tired all the same.
Lucie Castets
The only good thing concerning this enarque, is that for the next edition of the dictionary, she will be able to offer her services for writing the definition of the word “seum”. And she knows that Mayotte is in France.
Imane Khelif
If the boxer won with patience, philosophy and resilience the gold medal at the Olympics in her category of less than 66 kilos, a whole part of the globe took advantage of the Olympic fortnight to reach, obtain and exceed the record without any apparent difficulty of the greatest display of infamy. No wonder: giving your opinion on women’s bodies is a discipline where the main thing is to participate.
Kamala Harris
When reading this name, logically, you should be subject to vertigo and other dizziness because it throws you back and at full speed. This is what happens to women who lose to orange fascists. We forget them in a weekend, and we invite the orange fascists to inaugurate the cathedrals.
Gisele Pelicot
Naturally, since the many weeks of the Mazan rape trial, I have wanted to print 8 tons of “Gisèle 2027” stickers, but in reality, I especially want us to finally leave this lady alone who will continue, in having been so big, to make some people feel small for a long time. Even if the new Minister of Justice that we are paying for already eroding my optimism with several last drinks.
In short, if next year could be a little smoother, that would be cool.
It’s not me who asked. These are Iranian women. And the Afghan women. And all the others.
Looking forward to Monday.
And look forward to 2025 especially.
Source: www.slate.fr
